Vent your anger out on me,
Chew and chew until I bleed.
I can take whatever you dish,
Be strong so you can live in bliss.
Vent your anger out on me,
Please let my brother be.
With every fight, you corrupt his mind.
With every night, his own rage does he find.
Vent your anger out on me,
I wish that, I had screamed.
Little I was and so afraid,
I never came to my brother's aid.
- Just Copying Down Some Poems From My Notebook,
natasha.
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Love, Suicide, and Graves
Complicated words flowing from my eager little mind to my fingers which transfer weird little thoughts onto this computer screen... Enjoy.
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